[You have been stunned for 10 seconds.]
The Hatred Demon stood triumphant, its monstrous form looming over the battlefield as it basked in the glory of its victory.
Alex was dead.
His body was torn apart, his head severed into pieces, his torso marred by deep claw marks, his blood pooled beneath him.
There was no way he could come back from this.
And yet, in the very moment that the demon let its guard down, a fist slammed into its face with such overwhelming force that it was sent hurtling backward.
The impact cracked the air like thunder.
Before the demon could even register what had happened, a surge of electricity descended upon it.
[Orb of Thunder] struck true, crackling with divine energy as it sent powerful currents through the demon's body.
A paralysis-like sensation spread across its limbs, locking them in place.
It was stunned.
But how?
For a split second, confusion flickered across the Hatred Demon's mind.
It had been sure—certain—that the human had perished.
